Li Yan did not find it strange that the Great Elder had come to have a long talk with him during this time. Everything the elder said, openly or obliquely, was meant to confirm certain matters concerning the Qiongqi Purgatory Art.
Li Yan remained noncommittal. He admitted knowing that the cultivation art existed, but as for whether he practiced it, the elder never asked him outright, so he offered no direct answer.
Such were the benefits of strength. For a lowly cultivator, others could ask whatever they pleased; even his life could hang on a powerful person's passing thought.
Naturally, the Great Elder did not dwell on a single subject. He also exchanged insights on body refining techniques with Li Yan.
Li Yan felt he had gained a great deal from the discussion, and the Great Elder had benefited considerably as well.
After all, Li Yan had tempered his body with the blood essence of the Undying Nether Phoenix. The sensations he experienced when circulating his strength and the routes his blood and vital energy took were not things others could know.
During this time, Li Yan did not even ask whether the Wind Beasts had continued attacking the Tianli Clan. He simply waited quietly for Gong Chenying to emerge from seclusion.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed!
One day, Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes while cultivating in the building, then rose and walked toward the hall.
Several breaths later, a pale blue streak of light flew out from the distant mountains. After circling once, it landed before the gate of Li Yan's courtyard.
When the light faded, it revealed a tall, slender, graceful figure. It was Gong Chenying.
Gong Chenying's short hair was like black silk. She wore a blue robe with fitted